David G. Boggs

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Love's Hand

Love will enter in the passages we cannot see. The mind, heart and soul, where God rests His peace. It will flow, as the mightiest of breeze. When you feel your darkest and deepest fear, pain and despair, with this hope, His love will be there. This love’s value has no weight nor measure, for it is beyond the universe and the costliest of treasure. His hand of love is reaching towards you. Grab hold and you will find it is true, for His hand has been waiting for you. Even though you may have horribly stumbled or strayed. He is gently calling you back by name. His hand is patiently waiting for you; have faith. He stands before you.

Poem Excerpt From: Lighthning Strikes, Love Ignites Copyright David G. Boggs

The Beginning of Transformation

If there was only one way I could say, that tomorrow

would bring but a new day. Longing for the peace of

the Lord, and to live as He has planned, only to fail

in the midst of the trials, which dim the aspirations

of the future and the hope of someday seeing His face.

Remembering always of the many things He has done

and wondering from where the present circumstances

come. Are they of the Lord? Do they fit in with

His plan? Lord, make me a new man.

Poem From: Crossroads of Seasons ISBN# 1-4137-5043-5 Copyright David G. Boggs

Triumph of the Son

"It is finished," Jesus proclaimed upon the cross. As He bore our sins, He died. Behind this stone, there lies the King, and as He stated, He awaited the coming of the third day to rebuild His holy temple. Death had no grasp on Him, for from his virgin birth to the cross of Calvary, it was all a decisive plan from the Father for complete victory.

On this stone, He builds His church. He says simply, come as you are and believe only upon me, for I am your only way to your eternal destiny. I will enter your heart and fill your life with all of Me. Just remember the cross; you must die to one's self and follow Me. Evil's days are ending, the battle has been won, the war is just engaging for the triumph of the Son.

Who Jesus Is to Me

An ever calming peace in the midst of a lonely quiet night. A new hope brought about with every breaking of dawn. An inclining ear, forgiving and restoring, when all goes amiss. A fortress guarding my heart and protecting every aspect of my life, building a safe roadway for which to travel, lighted by His spirit of holiness. A spark who gives new insight and direction to a troubled circumstance. A friend and confidant who never fades. A majestic power beyond my comprehension, adorned with a gentle hand. A tower of strength providing stability in times of weakness. My Lord and Savior of grace, my abundant provider. With a touch and a whisper, He heals my pains and wounds of time. The Risen king, who awaits on the horizon to call home His bride. The one who calls me one of His own. A love that was shown with me in mind, 2000 years ago.

Poem Excerpt from: Crossroads of Seasons © David G. Boggs 2005

Between Spirit and Flesh

Walking naked with all that I have in this life. Myself, I bring back to my Creator, as I walk on a parallel sidewalk. Taking open refuge within the openness of a stranger on concrete horizons upon a broken valley of pornographic tears. Where rainbows are blurred by mud and sunrises cease to bring promise, but merely fade along with the darkness. When speaking in plural vision, one's destiny is a random illusion of dimensions carried and trapped by this ever-present evil speaking in conclusions. In order to begin the newest without fear or loss of consciousness with all integrity of intentions, fabrications by the honesty representative by falsehoods. Piercing with diplomacy, nothing to trace, but a fallacy. Lying for the sake of humanity, bleeding for the sake of Christianity. Delivering fields of sorrow, entering windows of tomorrow. Life's end is finally done...Praise the Lord, His Kingdom come!

Dreaming To Believe

Losing the definition of love, as we are dreaming to believe, when all sunsets are lost, but seldom forgotten. Although, we are found unaware, that we are walking on sacred ground. As we lose the melodies within our hearts only to gain the greater part, we must first remember and retain the love, as given from the start. Let us step aside from the anger and walk behind the new sunrise toward the coming day on the relapse of yesterday. But with the absence of love, will there be anything left, a tree, or perhaps even you or me? Dreaming to believe, while there is still hope for the call of life. Changing melodies into rhythm, for what seemed to be a lack of time. Banging symbols without rhyme or reason without regard for our past deafening seasons. Ringing in our ears of the streaming tearful years, but forsaking them all, for the dreaming believer years.

The Woman of Love

The lonely single mother, whose tears are only over-shadowed by the cries and well-being of her children.
The battered and fearful, who feel, as though they somehow inherently deserve their painful fate.
Being less fearful of their own tears than the sudden change of the unknown, even if it were a safer and better place.
The beauty, which flows from your pours has not been erased, just hidden by scars, that can be replaced by seeking refuge in the gentleness of the Lord's face.
I feel, as though the main reason, that you feel pain so deeply is, because you are able to give and express love so openly and freely.
Your freedom lies within your heart, as does the Lord, as you give Him every part.
Please seek Him and find rest for your heart.

The Soldier

Embarking on an uncertain, but aware journey, no matter the rank, these men and woman stand at attention for the love of their country, even when at ease. The weight of the entire future of their country upon their shoulders is lessened by their disciplined resolve for dedication, loyalty, justice and the continuance of freedom.

Eyes piercing through the darkness and steel running through their veins, they execute justice against the enemy and the hand of deliverance and friendship to the oppressed and forgotten.

The valor exemplified with humbleness toward their fellow mankind is a badge of honor, that God Himself has placed within their hearts. For they instinctively know, that victory is within their grasp.

For they have the calling of kings prepared for battle and the courage to face their eternal destiny for the sake of their country, as well as the graceful hope of returning safely to their respective homes.

Written By: David G. Boggs © Copyright 2007
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(Poem Excerpt From "Lightning Strikes, Love Ignites")

Loves Hand

Love will enter in the passages we cannot see. The mind, heart and soul, where God rests His peace. It will flow, as the mightiest of breeze. When you feel your darkest and deepest fear, pain and despair, with this hope, His love will be there. This love's value has no weight nor measure, for it is beyond the universe and the costliest of treasure. His hand of love is reaching towards you. Grab hold and you will find it is true, for His hand has been waiting for you. Even though you may have horribly stumbled or strayed. He is gently calling you back by name. His hand is patiently waiting for you; have faith. He stands before you.

The Homeless Face

No one knows, who I am or from where I came. But, they know my face, for they see me continually walking alone on these concrete roads of stone. I do not know, where or to whom to turn for help to find my way back to the life, that was once my own. The coldness and refection of the streets, however have not dimmed my pride. A hand out, I know in my heart, is only a temporary fix to a much larger concern, for the next brutal moment. But, if someone would just trustfully grab me by the hand and lead me in the right direction, I may be, once again enlightened with hope and set on a new course, which will bring me to a prosperous future. Where, I too can be a help to someone in need. For as long as I have my identity, I have the strength and courage to not only survive, but also the wisdom to thrive.

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